I am from the fierce shore, from the murky water and the current
That flows beautifully through its muddy depth
I am a serious countryman, I am people from Remanso Valerio
Which is where the sky takes flight in the Paraná

I have the color of the river and its same voice in my song I follow
The calm water and its gentle dance in the heart
But sometimes it goes dark, turbulent in the blind depth
And it becomes a shine in this fisherman's knife

Christ of the nets
Do not abandon us
And in the fishing lines
Leave us your gifts

Do not think that you lost us, it's that poverty makes us sad
The blood tenses and one thinks of nothing but dying
Water of the old river, take this song away soon
That it is clearing up and we are fishing to live

I carry my alert shadow over the scale of the open water
And in the vertiginous rest of the fishing line
I dream that I raise the bow and climb to the moon in the canoe
And thus I rest, my own skin made a haven

Calm my pains, oh, Christ of the fishermen
Tell my beloved who is saddened waiting for me
That I am thinking of her while I wade through the stars
That the river is fierce and I am too tired to return

Christ of the nets
Do not abandon us
And in the fishing lines
Leave us your gifts

Do not think that you lost us, it's that poverty makes us sad
The blood tenses and one thinks of nothing but dying
Water of the old river, take this song away soon
That it is clearing up and we are fishing to live
Water of the old river, take this song away soon
That it is clearing up and we are fishing to live

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES